body and
pulled the vibrator out torturously slowly. Next, I heard the familiar tear of
foil and a few achingly long seconds later he scooted closer to me, grabbing my
hips and nudging at my entrance from behind.
“This,
Rachel…” Without warning he plunged himself deep inside me, making me cry out
his name as I braced my forearms on the mattress for support “This is for you.”
This
wasn’t lovemaking. It wasn’t slow and gentle. Jared pounded me hard and fast,
hitting a deep spot I didn’t even know existed until my arms buckled from the
sheer intensity as I exploded around his cock.
“That’s
it, baby. Enjoy it. Enjoy it for me,” he rasped, only seconds before he
juddered to a stop and collapsed on top of me. We lay, folded over the wedge
for several breathless minutes before I summoned enough energy to speak. It
lasted only minutes. It wasn’t romantic or sensual or an expression of love. It
was a pure unadulterated, animalistic pounding and I loved every fucking second
of it.
Perfect.
“I
think that may well have just been the best moment of my life,” I announced breathlessly. Jared threaded his hands
around my waist and in a nanosecond I was flat on my back with his body hovered
over mine.
“That
was just the beginning, saffy,” he breathed against my mouth before kissing it
softly. “I’m just getting started.”
Chapter Seven
Jared
One month later…
“ Do you need your spray?” I asked my dad
when he started rubbing at his chest. Since his angina attack a few months ago
we’ve all been on high alert.
“No.
Stop fussing.” Well excuse me for giving
a shit. “So this girl. Does she work?” Rachel and I have been officially
together for a month now and I had come to my parents’ house to tell them about
her. Rachel has mentioned them a few times and I think it’s her way of trying
to wangle an invite. Truth is, I was nervous. My parents can be judgemental
arse plugs, my dad especially, and so I wanted to come alone first to try and
sound them out.
“She’s
at university,” I answered.
“I
see,” he said, sounding pleased with that answer. “Last year?”
“First.”
“How
old is she?” And so it began.
“Nineteen.”
“For
goodness sake, Jared she’s practically a child,” he grunted. I bit down on the
inside of my lip until it really fucking hurt. It was the only way I could stop
myself starting another one of our famous arguments. I didn’t have time for
that today. “So what does she study? Law? Medicine?” I drew in a deep breath in
preparation for his next rant.
“Art,”
I muttered simply before biting back down on my lip while I waited for the
response I knew I wasn’t going to like.
“ Art? And what kind of profession does
she expect to gain with a degree in colouring in?” he snapped mockingly. “Well
I suppose you’ve found someone who strives to be as incompetent in life as you,
my son. I should congratulate you.”
“Do not talk about her like that, Dad.
She is one of the most intelligent girls I’ve ever met.”
“Because
she can draw? Don’t be so ridiculous.”
“Dammit,
Dad!” I shouted. “I should’ve known better than to think you’d accept her. I
only came here because she wants to meet you. And stupidly I thought you might
want to meet her too, because I’m your son and I fucking love her!”
Whoooooa….
I
love her?
Do
I?
Yes.
Yes I do.
Who
the fuck would’ve thought it…
“What
on earth’s going on in here?” My mum interrupted, flying into the living room.
“You’re… you’re in love ?” she tacked
on, clutching her chest like she’d just heard me announce I had a necrophilia
fetish.
“Yes.
I have a girlfriend. A girl who I’m madly in fucking love wi-”
“Language,”
my mum admonished sternly.
“But
it seems she’s not good enough for Dad here. Why, you may ask? Because she
studies art. Oh and because she’s nineteen. Wanna know another little fact
you’re not going to like?
pulled the vibrator out torturously slowly. Next, I heard the familiar tear of
foil and a few achingly long seconds later he scooted closer to me, grabbing my
hips and nudging at my entrance from behind.
“This,
Rachel…” Without warning he plunged himself deep inside me, making me cry out
his name as I braced my forearms on the mattress for support “This is for you.”
This
wasn’t lovemaking. It wasn’t slow and gentle. Jared pounded me hard and fast,
hitting a deep spot I didn’t even know existed until my arms buckled from the
sheer intensity as I exploded around his cock.
“That’s
it, baby. Enjoy it. Enjoy it for me,” he rasped, only seconds before he
juddered to a stop and collapsed on top of me. We lay, folded over the wedge
for several breathless minutes before I summoned enough energy to speak. It
lasted only minutes. It wasn’t romantic or sensual or an expression of love. It
was a pure unadulterated, animalistic pounding and I loved every fucking second
of it.
Perfect.
“I
think that may well have just been the best moment of my life,” I announced breathlessly. Jared threaded his hands
around my waist and in a nanosecond I was flat on my back with his body hovered
over mine.
“That
was just the beginning, saffy,” he breathed against my mouth before kissing it
softly. “I’m just getting started.”
Chapter Seven
Jared
One month later…
“ Do you need your spray?” I asked my dad
when he started rubbing at his chest. Since his angina attack a few months ago
we’ve all been on high alert.
“No.
Stop fussing.” Well excuse me for giving
a shit. “So this girl. Does she work?” Rachel and I have been officially
together for a month now and I had come to my parents’ house to tell them about
her. Rachel has mentioned them a few times and I think it’s her way of trying
to wangle an invite. Truth is, I was nervous. My parents can be judgemental
arse plugs, my dad especially, and so I wanted to come alone first to try and
sound them out.
“She’s
at university,” I answered.
“I
see,” he said, sounding pleased with that answer. “Last year?”
“First.”
“How
old is she?” And so it began.
“Nineteen.”
“For
goodness sake, Jared she’s practically a child,” he grunted. I bit down on the
inside of my lip until it really fucking hurt. It was the only way I could stop
myself starting another one of our famous arguments. I didn’t have time for
that today. “So what does she study? Law? Medicine?” I drew in a deep breath in
preparation for his next rant.
“Art,”
I muttered simply before biting back down on my lip while I waited for the
response I knew I wasn’t going to like.
“ Art? And what kind of profession does
she expect to gain with a degree in colouring in?” he snapped mockingly. “Well
I suppose you’ve found someone who strives to be as incompetent in life as you,
my son. I should congratulate you.”
“Do not talk about her like that, Dad.
She is one of the most intelligent girls I’ve ever met.”
“Because
she can draw? Don’t be so ridiculous.”
“Dammit,
Dad!” I shouted. “I should’ve known better than to think you’d accept her. I
only came here because she wants to meet you. And stupidly I thought you might
want to meet her too, because I’m your son and I fucking love her!”
Whoooooa….
I
love her?
Do
I?
Yes.
Yes I do.
Who
the fuck would’ve thought it…
“What
on earth’s going on in here?” My mum interrupted, flying into the living room.
“You’re… you’re in love ?” she tacked
on, clutching her chest like she’d just heard me announce I had a necrophilia
fetish.
“Yes.
I have a girlfriend. A girl who I’m madly in fucking love wi-”
“Language,”
my mum admonished sternly.
“But
it seems she’s not good enough for Dad here. Why, you may ask? Because she
studies art. Oh and because she’s nineteen. Wanna know another little fact
you’re not going to like?
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